"I never did understand - the duality of art and reality." I said, looking up from my hands. He was looking at me, admiring me like I was some kind of angel. I always caught him doing that, that cute innocent looking face; he did that often. I had to admit he was a fuckboy, but he was down-right adorable. You know, those guys that act like the average fuckboy but as you get to know them, you realize that their just soft and in need of love? That's him. That's Sebastian. All I could do was smile, over the past few days Sebastian was a stirring image that never seemed to leave my mind. sebastian stan fan fic. lowercase intended; pics in cover aren't mine. based off of the 1975's song